A tired soul

In the depths of time, forgotten and forlorn,
I wander aimlessly, feeling lost and torn.
Where's God in this vast, bewildering space?
I yearn for solace, seeking divine grace.

Burdened by regrets, I long to atone,
To pay for my sins, to find a way back home.
A weary traveler on a treacherous road,
I carry my burdens, a heavy, crushing load.

Through the labyrinth of life, I embark on a quest,
A journey that tests my spirit at its best.
Hope, once vibrant, now fades in distant memory,
As I traverse the shadows, my soul's sanctuary.

In the depths of despair, I search for a sign,
A flicker of light, a beacon divine.
But the path remains shrouded, draped in obscurity,
Where faith wanes, and doubt obscures purity.

Yet, through the darkest night, a glimmer appears,
A whisper of hope, subduing my fears.
For even in the depths of my weary strife,
There lies a spark, the essence of life.

In every shattered dream and broken vow,
Lies the seed of resilience, the strength to allow
The wounds to heal, the heart to mend,
To rise above the ashes, and redemption transcend.

Though the road may be long, and the battles fierce,
I'll keep trudging forward, my soul's thirst to quench.
For in the depths of my journey, I'll come to find,
That hope, though faded, can forever bind.

So, let the winds guide me, let the storms rage,
I'll face the tempests with unwavering courage.
For within this forgotten, lost tapestry,
I'll reclaim my purpose, my soul set free.